lonely in the snow
the cold world does not welcome
survives as he must
lonely in the snow
the cold world does not welcome
survives as he must
No sight I love more
Lights dancing on the water
Where night touches life
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gathered together
to celebrate love’s chasm
in spring’s finest shades
orange glowing dusk floods over lost consciousness and flickering hope
a great blue over a pure gold flecked with red
the fall, like water, flowing through the traveler, returning gladness
a welcoming place, wreathed in autumn's calm glow, where the walker stops hearing finally the voice that reminds him that good is
by a pond, trees like new angels spreading wings, scattered leaves on the mirroring surface -- cerulean day
days singing brightly
or nights spent in wistfulness,
hiding in plain sight
I felt the storm break;
Distance became nearness, and
Day turned into dark
in its essence is
both an inheritance and
a discovery
face the sun, and feel
the energy in breathing
your own life back in